“Nowhere.” He leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a quick kiss, but not lacking in passion. “I’m going to get rid of these pants.”
She pressed her lips to his for a brief moment, and then a bit breathlessly said, “Good.”
He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips. There was no doubt this woman was allowing him to see a side of her others didn’t. He had watched her struggle to maintain control, sensed her internal battle. Had she not held so tightly to her inhibitions, he would have made her come sooner.
Quickly unsnapping his pants, he shoved them over his hips along with his underwear. Stepping out of them, he kicked them aside. Ready to remove all obstacles, he stood at the end of the bed, fully aroused, and stared down at her.
Her skin was as ivory and pure as new fallen snow. It made him want, no need, to touch and kiss her all over. This woman got under his skin, made him hungry for more. It didn’t seem to matter how much he’d already had of her.
“What about birth control?” he asked, addressing the final obstacle that kept him from taking her in his arms and sinking deep into her body.
She lifted her weight up on her elbows, giving him a delicious view of her breasts, nipples aroused. “I don’t have a condom.”
“A condom,” he repeated flatly, feeling impatient. Damn, he wanted to feel her skin to skin, no barriers, but a condom was necessary and he knew it. “I do.”
He moved, reaching impatiently for his pants and yanking his wallet from the back pocket. Moments later, he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock.
Her eyes dropped to his erection, her tongue wetting her lips and making him want to moan with the images it evoked. Her gaze lifted back to his. “What are you waiting for?”
He laughed, but it was laced with passion, thick and rich in tone. “You,” he said. “Come here.”
A combination of surprise and nervousness registered on her face. “As in where?”
Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, he dropped to his knees on the bed. His hands settled on her legs, and gently, careful not to hurt her, he pulled her closer.
He spread her knees, moving between them. The action put his cock directly between her thighs. As much as his body begged for him to find her wetness, he resisted. Instead, he ran his hands up her inner thighs.
His thumb touched the slick folds of her core, lightly spreading the moisture. She made a soft sound of pleasure. It inched its way through his body, spurring his need for ultimate satisfaction. He wanted desperately to bury himself deep inside her body.
Still he resisted. He would only have her one night, and he wanted to make every second count.
He moved so that his hands rested on either side of her shoulders, holding his body just above hers. Their hips touched in a tantalizing tease. He kept his arousal carefully tucked between her thighs, but not quite at the point of total satisfaction.
Her hands moved under his arms, over his shoulders, as her body arched upward, her breasts pressing into his chest. She was like a cat curling up to her master, practically purring with the pleasure of body-to-body contact.
His mouth closed over hers, hungry to swallow her moans, and just as eager to taste her desire. Never before had he kissed someone and felt the potency he did at this moment. His body sank down on top of hers even as she arched into him yet again.
Their need for one another was like a living creature with its own agenda. It controlled them both, blocking out everything else. There was no question they were both lost in one another.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, biting her shoulder and then licking. His urgency made him rougher than normal; yet, she seemed to get more aroused, crying out with pleasure at his actions. He nipped at her shoulders over and over. Then he soothed each spot with his tongue.
One of his hands explored her nipple, pinching and tugging, before rolling it with his finger. He cupped and kneaded her breasts, one at a time and together. All the while his mouth explored her shoulders, her neck and her mouth.
She touched him, feverishly stroking, fingers exploring and bringing him pleasure. She begged for fulfillment. “I can’t wait anymore.” It was a strangled whisper against his lips.
His mouth claimed hers yet again, his tongue stroking hers, seducing her with its long, soft caresses. Adjusting his hips, his hand slid between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and allowed the tip to slide across her wetness.
“Ohhh,” they both moaned at once.
He moved his cock back and forth, slowly, feeling the sensations it created in every nerve ending of his body. It took absolute willpower to keep from sinking inside her body…but every second he waited would make the completion hotter, more intense.
“Now,” she cried out, urgency in her voice.
“Soon,” he said, barely keeping a grip on his restraint.
Without warning, he moved, maneuvering her to her side. “What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.
He didn’t say a word. She’d see soon enough.
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him. Her hands pressed on his chest, as he urged her to straddle him. Realization and a touch of nervousness flickered in her eyes.
Briefly, he wondered at the insecurities he glimpsed within her. Gently he urged, “Come, mi Hermosa. I want to see your passion.”
Moments later, she was willingly climbing on top of him. He was damn happy the lights were still on, because what an erotic sight she made.
Her skin was like a painting, pale and perfect. And her hair…long, silky strands danced around her shoulders. A blond veil of silk dangled over one of her sexy, round breasts, drawing his eyes to the red bud. He wanted it in his mouth.
Before she could hesitate, he took his cock in his hand and urged her to lean forward. He slid the tip along her wetness and then slowly slipped inside. His breath caught in his throat as she moaned softly.
Inch by inch, he felt her slide down his length, watching as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Forcing a breath, his hands settled on her hips. His eyes feasted on the sight she made, gloriously naked and sexy. “You’re beautiful.”
She bit her bottom lip, her hands moving in a circular motion over his chest, timidly at first and then with more hunger in her touch. “So are you.” Her voice was low and heavy with arousal.
Their eyes locked and held. It was then, at that moment, that he felt a connection to her beyond what he had experienced with any other women. It was something he neither understood nor recognized as familiar.
Something passed between them…emotions, passion, perhaps even a deeply rooted understanding of each other. It was a connection of souls, deep and unexplainable. He felt it in his stomach, in the rapid beat of his heart, and in the arousal of his body.
“Come here,” he said taking her hand and pulling her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest, arousing something primal inside, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss.
Slowly, they began to move. Their bodies pressed close, each movement part of a sensual dance. Every stroke more frantic. Faster and harder. Sweet sounds of pleasure slid from her lips as she buried her face in his neck. Her hands were all over his body, hips pressing harder and harder against his.
“Come for me, mi Hermosa,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to know I please you.”
“You…do,” she replied in between strokes. “You…oh…um…do.”
His body begged for release, but he fought back his orgasm, wanting her to come first. His hand found one of her breasts, kneading and stroking. His lips found her neck.
She was close. So close. Breathing deeply, he filled his lungs with the delicious tang of her arousal.
He felt her rotate her hips, taking him deeper. She arched her back and cried out as he felt her first spasm grab his own. Seconds later, he gave into his own need for release, pushing deep into her body and pulling her down hard on his cock.